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"Tell me, young emboar, have you any guilt for the crimes you've committed?" demanded the sweet voice of a lurantis, her scythes waving accusingly at the large fire type bound in front of her.

"Do we really have to do the role play, Jaraya?" complained the male, wriggling uncomfortably in the somewhat tight restraints keeping his limbs tied together.

"Of course we do! I didn't spend hours preparing everything for us to not do the role play!" Jaraya argued, stomping her feet at his audacity to even consider skipping such an integral part of this important day.

With a heavy sigh, the emboar shot Jaraya a glare, catching the pouting lurantis off guard with his motivation, "I, Ezir the great, haven't the shame to beg for my malehood. Were I not ready to pay the toll for my crimes, they would not have been done."

"What a waste to simply rid a large male such as yourself of the very things that give him that title," Jaraya whispered, keeping her voice high enough for Ezir to hear but not so loud that it ruined the mood. "I will ensure your final seed goes not wasted in those large tanks of yours."

She carefully grabbed his large orbs and put them in place in her makeshift stocks, pulling them taut before tying them with a focus sash. Once in their designated spot, Jaraya had the pleasure of making sure his sheath was in position as well.

Ezir saw a proud smile appear on Jaraya's face as she appreciated her handiwork and how snug her mate's enormous equipment looked when she secured the second piece of her wooden contraption. There was no greater sight than the joy in her eyes for him, one for which he was willing to do anything to see again.

His admiration of her beauty was short lived, interrupted by a harsh stomp that left his balls pancaked between her foot and their bindings. Ezir grunted but gave no other signs of resistance, already accustomed to Jaraya's ruthless handling of his delicate jewels.

"Since you have nothing to say, I will go ahead and claim my payment before enacting your punishment," Jaraya declared, putting as much of her weight as possible onto his right nut and flattening it further.

Before Ezir got the chance to react she mashed her cunt on his tip, taking a third of his length in one go while his stuffed plums took the brunt of the impact.

Delight shone in her eyes, growing brighter the deeper his shaft went and the thinner his right orb grew. Jaraya kept putting pressure on his malehood, confident that nothing would break after their many nights together.

His cock only made it halfway into her before her leg became an obstacle and she had to choose between pushing him further or deeper. A sadistic thought crossed her mind and made her decision much easier.

Jaraya turned around and let her behind face Ezir, giving him an amazing view of his corkscrew cock inside her snatch. She gave him a sly wink and dropped backwards, impaling herself on the rest of his length. She barely gave him a moment to enjoy the feel of her tight walls gripping his shaft. Her right scythe flew upwards and began to emit a brilliant light that filled the room, then it fell with pinpoint precision, crushing his left ball far past what it was capable of handling.

When her solar blade hit it's target, Jaraya swore she could hear the crunch of his ball's final breath but she knew that the focus sash had done it's job and that when her arm rose there would be a very bruised and swollen yet intact gonad in his pouch. In that instant, Ezir's mind froze, unable to handle the sudden rush of signals coming from his groin. The overwhelming sensations almost felt good, the pressure of her scythe, it's warmth and smooth surface. At least until his brain finally processed what had happened and began evacuating his nuts in an unnecessary effort to save his genes.

Ezir immediately felt the effects of his instinctual climax as his hands flew to Jaraya's waist, ripping through his bindings and grupping her tightly. What should've been an amazing experience became tainted by the agony of his near emasculation.

"Perfect, now we can carry on with your sentence," Jaraya smiled.

"Oh Arcsus," Ezir managed to squeak through his gritted teeth, his brain a mess of pleasure and pain.

"It can't be that bad, last time you took it standing and didn't even fall," Jaraya sighed after noticing his trembling.

"L-last time they weren't trapped in a wooden box," Ezir complained, easing his hold over her and taking deep breaths to calm down.

"Do you still want to keep going?" Jaraya asked, concerned that she might have taken it a bit farther than he was willing to go.

"I doubt anything you do is going to hurt more than this," Ezir pointed out while he carefully consoled his bruised pair and made sure there were still two lumps in his sac.

"Very well. I, the great judge of this realm, will now take from you the ability to create life," She dramatically proclaimed, waving her arms around in what was clearly a practiced routine.

"Did you seriously make a script for this?" Ezir chuckled, amused by her commitment to this imaginary kingdom.

"Yes, now let me finish so we can move on," Jaraya mumbled, trying to find the best place to put her scythes where they would shine beneath the sunlight.

"May your unborn children rest peacefully, absolved of their father's crimes," she continued, picking up where she had left off.

Ezir shut his eyes in anticipation for what he knew was coming next. Jaraya's scythe dropped with greater speed than ever before, easily severing the well-endowed emboar from his proud jewels and hard cock. The set of male bits fell to the ground with a heavy thud, signifying the end of his life as a male and dedication to care for his mate. When his eyes opened again, they landed on the red pouch resting on the grass below, taking in every detail before the pain set in.